Not a pipe organ goodbye

I used to think that love was constant bliss. That every touch was like a shiver of electricity, every word like the singing of angels, every kiss orgasmic. And maybe that's what I looked for.

I know now I was wrong.

Love is... simple. Deeper. Just a feeling of right; that when her hand is in mine the world is at peace and my mind is finally at rest. It's not like an alien entity coming into your life and making everything perfect, it's like a part of you that feels like it belongs, like you've never been complete until now. I don't really know how to explain it.

It's like the difference between a couple who have wild, sweaty sex all night and the ones who slowly make love and fall asleep in each others arms. A somewhat explicit analogy, but one that's effective (and perhaps even appropriate).

I won't say I've never felt "true" love before; to do so would be to make a mockery of the memories of the ones I loved. It's just never been fully realized, never fully accepted.

And now... I want to say it, scream it from the rooftops, figuratively, tell the world

I LOVE YOU

but for now I've been content to whisper it in your ear. I love you. And I honestly believe that we can stay together throughout school and beyond, and someday get married, and maybe have that daughter I've always dreamed of. If that's what you want.

So it's to you I dedicate the song-stuck-in-my-head of the day.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8

And Ger, I'm not talking about you.